Chapter 262 Kill

After Ye Feng's back disappeared from sight, Qin Zhu returned to the pub.

"Master Qin, what do you think of this Ye Feng?" Several Qin Zhu's right-hand assistants gathered around him and said cautiously.

"Hmm!" Qin Zhu snorted coldly, and the smile on his face began to converge rarely, until finally his whole body became calm. "What do you think of this Ye Feng?"

"This person doesn't get oil and salt at all, and he doesn't pay attention to our Longquan Gang at all. It's simply unreasonable."

Bum!

With the landing of Qin Zhu's words, a violent momentum swept the pub with him as the center, and the tables and chairs in the pub were all broken and broken in an instant.

"Daw, it's so damn. This Ye Feng must die. I want him to die." Qin Zhu's voice was not loud, but the Longquan gangs present heard clearly and were stunned.

Just now, the two were still talking happily there. Taking wine as a song, they almost sighed at life. How could Qin Zhu, who had always appeared in front of people with a smile in a blink of an eye, be so angry?

What on earth is going on?

A kind of monk who helped the two of Longquan be confused and couldn't figure out what was going on.

"Master Qin, do you mean that Ye Feng will die?" Finally, someone looked at Qin Zhu uncertainly and whispered.

"Hmm?" Qin Zhu's cold eyes were like electricity, and the person who spoke in an instant was like falling into an ice cave, trembling, but he didn't dare to say more.

"How dare you pay no attention to our Longquan Gang? You say such a person deserves to die!" Qin Zhu's words were like a cold wind blowing through the pub.

In an instant, Longquan helped everyone not dare to speak. Everyone could see that Qin Zhu was angry now. At this time, the offense was no different from finding his own way to die.

Qin Zhu is angry, really angry!

As one of the four little kings of the Longquan Gang, Qin Zhu, who has always been proud of being a person of the Longquan Gang, can not be allowed to be underestimated by the Longquan Gang.

No, it's not a underestimate. Ye Feng doesn't pay attention to Longquan Gang at all.

In the conversation just now, Qin Zhu clearly saw this meaning from Ye Feng's eyes, and Ye Feng's eyes were mixed with a strong disdain and sarcasm from beginning to end.

"Give me down and keep an eye on this Ye Feng." Looking at the crowd coldly, Qin Zhu looked cold and indifferent. "Tonight is the beginning of the Fengyun auction. Since this Ye Feng wants to fight with our Longquan gang, I will make him survive tonight."

"Humph, anyone who dares to underestimate our Longquan Gang will die, even the Heavenly King Laozi." With an angry hum, Qin Zhu suddenly turned around and left, "There is no need for this pub to exist."

"Yes!" Longquan's gang responded loudly. When he looked at the shopkeeper and the group of shopkeepers in the pub, he did not hide the murderous intention in his eyes.

The need for the pub not to exist is not to say that the store is closed. After being with Qin Zhu for so long, they know very well what Qin Zhu meant by saying this.

These people have to die.

"Since Master Qin said so, you all go to hell." In the faint voice, the man suddenly drew a knife and issued a knife.

Puff!

The bright red blood splashed in the air, splashing other people's faces, and the blood dripped warmly on their bodies, but a group of people from the Longquan Gang felt the cold to the bone.

The horrible killing enveloped everyone. In an instant, everyone seemed to be wrapped in a layer of ice for ten thousand years. This kind of coldness, deep into the soul, is impossible to stop it.

Someone did die, but it's not the clerks and boss of this tavern.

The disciples of Longquan Gang, who had waved a knife before, were grabbed by the knife in an instant, and then their heads were cut off without any reaction. The blood spewed out of their neck like a fountain, which was desolate and bleak.

"I have a good thing, that is, I don't like to implict innocent people." Ye Feng, who appeared strangely on the scene and killed a person, looked at the stunned man and the boss and others, "You stay here for the time being. Don't worry, these people are going to die today, and no one wants to leave alive."

Qin Zhu, who had stepped out with one foot, stopped and slowly turned his head. His eyes fell on Ye Feng, who squatted on the table and played with the dragon knife like juggling in his hand, with cold eyes.

Dragon knife is the unified configuration of Longquan Gangzhong, but the quality of the dragon knife varies with different levels.

Those who followed Qin Zhu to the imperial capital are obviously the elites of the Longquan Gang, otherwise they are not qualified to follow Qin Zhu, one of the four little kings.

To be more precise, this is the power created by Qin Zhu. No one knows the strength of this team better than Qin Zhu.

But that's it, but Ye Feng took a person's life in an understatement. Killing people is like taking things, which is not enough to describe it simply.

It just happened in an instant. All this happened so fast that people couldn't react at all.

"Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you that I still have a habit of cleaning up the pawn before fighting with the other general." Ye Feng, facing Qin Zhu, shrugged his shoulders and always had a bright smile on his face.

"You~~~~" Qin Zhu did not have a chance to say the word "dare". Even if he said it, no one could hear the team he built.

Bang!

Inadvertently snapped his finger, followed by blooming flowers, bloody flowers.

Qin Zhu brought 36 people, except for the one who had just been brazenly killed by Ye Feng.

At this moment, with Ye Feng's ringing fingers, these 35 people without exception, each of them had a bloody hole in their foreheads.

Through the forehead and the back of the brain, the whole mind is penetrated.

Red blood mixed with white brain plasma splashed out of the hole, 35 sounds converged into a sound, poofing, 35 bodies fell on their backs.

"Look, cleaning up the debris is actually so simple." Ye Feng, with a bright smile, still calm expression and calm posture, completely ignored Qin Zhu's fiery eyes, "Is it finished cleaning up?"

"Ye~~~~feng~~~~" spit out these two words coldly, and suddenly filled the taunting murderous atmosphere in the pub. Qin Zhu's hair danced wildly, and his whole body was furious.

"I'm here. Why are you so enthusiastic?" Ye Feng laughed and didn't have the right behavior. This really didn't pay attention to Qin Zhu.

"I want you to die." With a roar, Qin Zhu stepped forward.

"You have to have that ability!" Ye Feng looked at Qin Zhu with a sigh and shook his head slowly, "It's not that I underestimate you. If the four heavenly kings of your Longquan Gang were here, maybe I would be a little afraid. As for your kind of people, I will kill as much as you come."

Kill!

Finally, he knew his position in Ye Feng's eyes. Qin Zhu's arrogant self-esteem was hit by Ye Feng's words.

How arrogant and presumptuous it is to kill as much as you come.

has always stood high and overlooked others. Qin Zhu, who is respected by others, has never been so humiliated.

Which person of the Longquan Gang wants to come to power is not spelled out by himself, and anyone who goes to the bottom of Qin Zhu's position is not a tired white bone.

Their reputation and their low position are forged in blood and fire. How can Ye Feng be so insulted?

Feeling the master's murder, the dragon knife at Qin Zhu's waist trembled autonomously, but did not jump out of the scabbard.

Holding the scabbard in one hand and the handle in the other, Qin Zhu stood still not far from Ye Feng, and the blue veins in his right hand appeared.

"D drawing a knife." Ye Feng frowned slightly. Ye Feng has seen a lot of this posture, so it is very clear.

A certain island country in the Chinese world, both ninjas and warriors seem to like this move, and even give it various names.

The skill of drawing a knife is a fast word, and the pursuit is to kill with one blow. It is very simple to say, but there is only one in Ye Feng's memory that can really use this move to the extreme.

"What's not funny? You play drawing swords with me." Ye Feng sighed and jumped down. The so-called martial arts have no borders. Ye Feng, who had suffered a small loss under this move, took a long time to study this knife technique.

The final conclusion made Ye Feng laugh and cry. This move has harsh requirements for the curvature of the scabbard, the friction in the scabbard and the sharpness of the blade beyond ordinary people's imagination.

"Since you want to play, I will play with you." Ye Feng, with a slightly bent knee, opened his posture, held the handle of the knife in his right hand, held it in his left hand, and looked at Qin Zhu with a bright smile.

When others are still pursuing speed, Ye Feng has already abandoned the scabbard, and the so-called scabbard is in his heart.

It's not that no one has imitated Ye Feng like this, but it's a pity that 99 of the 100 guys who imitated Ye Feng injured their left hand, and some even cut off their left hand.

Qin Zhu's pupils suddenly contracted, and he looked at Ye Feng's eyes with an unprecedented solemnity. From his research on sword drawing, it can naturally be seen that Ye Feng is by no means a flower shelf.

It's now!

At this moment, any distraction may lead to failure, and failure means death.

When the shadow of death shrouded his heart, Qin Zhu's mind was forced to stay close, and a pair of eyes stared at Ye Feng in an instant.

Ddraw the knife and take out the knife!

The two people's movements are in no particular order, both of which are rapid.

Ding!

In the crisp sound, Ye Feng passed by Qin Zhu.

The two people who cut the knife at the same time stopped at the same time.

click!

The dragon knife in Ye Feng's hand was divided into two sections, but Ye Feng did not regret at all and threw the dragon knife directly.

Then, Ye Feng turned around and took a few steps in front of Qin Zhu, looking at Qin Zhu with a smile.

"Child, why are you playing with knives? Look at it and dig your own grave." Looking at Qin Zhu, who was left with unwillingness, anger and disbelief in his eyes, Ye Feng said lightly, "I broke the knife, and you lost your life. Tutut, I make more money in this business anyway."

A blood line suddenly appeared from Qin Zhu's forehead, and then spread down, impartially, just passing through Qin Zhu's navel.

In an instant, blood surged like a spring.

Ye Feng said that he didn't lie. The four little kings really killed as much as he came, so Qin Zhu died unjustly.

ps: Seeing that the recommendation is coming to an end, I desperately want to collect it!